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“That isn’t cum, firefly. That’s ownership. It’s the lock I placed on you. And only I hold the key.”

“Demetri…”

“Haven.”

“I love you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” I grin while glancing over her wrecked body.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

HAVEN

This morning is a whirlwind.I woke up to Demetri and his talented tongue. He dropped two pills in my mouth, made me drink some water, and then moved back down my body to finish what he started. After a quick orgasm by both of us, he slapped me on my behind and told me to get up and shower while he handles business. With easy steps—because of the soreness he left the night before—I smiled all the way to the bathroom with a grin on my face. With thoughts of my first time floating through my head, I washed his scent off my body. When I walked back into the bedroom, Paisley, my best friend is standing in the middle of the room, smiling. Shocked, I squeal and run full speed, barreling into her and knocking her back onto the bed, and showering her face with happy kisses. Demetri stands in the doorway, curiously observing us. Now I know why Paisley wasn’t answering her phone when I called yesterday. After accosting her, I adjusted my towel and walked to Demetri’s beckoning index finger calling me to where he is leaning against the door jamb.

“Thank you.” I slowly lean up to the tips of my toes and give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You sore?” He watches me with what I think is concern. I confirm with a slow nod, sparkles glistening in my eyes for the man standing in front of me. “Good. Have fun with your girlfriend. Sofia will be up in a minute to bring you your dresses.” He cocks his head slightly to the side, studying me. “Or I can tell her to wait, and I’ll stay here and watch you two continue to roll around on my bed.”

I pause, my gaze searching his for answers, thinking he’s joking but nothing about his demeanor says he is. I choose to ignore his suggestive statement and instead question, “My dresses?”

“You need a dress for tonight, right?” He stands to his full height from his leaning position.

I guess I do. I didn’t give it much thought. I wasn’t even sure when I woke this morning that we were really going to do this. I figured he would change his mind. I mean, it was a bet that he made. But then again, I think about what happened between us, the love we made just a few hours ago. I believe it changed things between us, for him. I professed my love to him, and even though he didn’t reciprocate with beautiful words, I saw the glimmer in his eyes as he sank his body into mine. With each plunge he thrusted with his powerful hips, I whimpered my love.

It was thoughtful of him to make sure I had a proper wedding dress to wear. If anything, I would have worn one of the dresses I brought with me when we came to New York.

As I walk back to Paisley, I consider my mother’s absence. It saddens me when I think about picking out a dress without her, but I also understand the trip would be taxing on my father’s health.

“Knock, knock.” I hear knuckles against the solid door.

“Hi. Come in. Come in.” I turn and wave at the two stunning women with excitement. Sofia, the daughter of Mr. Heart and sister to Antonio, and her assistant Jessica wheel racks of dresses into Demetri’s room.

“I heard there was a beautiful girl in here in need of a wedding dress,” Sofia chimes with a cheerful voice.

“Yes!” I say with giddiness.

“I have always wondered what the bedroom of the bad boy of the Heart organization looks like,” Jessica chimes in as she surveys the room. “Just what I thought.” She nods, agreeing with herself. “Dark and mysterious.”

My brows furrow at her comment. Not sure what she meant by it. Was she one of Demetri’s past conquests? She smiles at me. I take it as a pleasant smile, but is it? Or is it patronizing? Is she bitter that Demetri and I are together, and she didn’t get her claws in him?

“Jessica!” Sofia chastises.

“What? I did always wonder.”

I give her a soft smile. “It’s okay. I know Demetri has a colorful past,” I say, now feeling uncomfortable, wanting to crawl out of my skin.

“Oh, no.” Jessica waves her hand around like she is clearing away the misconception. “It isn’t like that. No, no. I have my own bad boy, thank you very much. Luke is more than I can handle. Trust me on that.” She rolls her eyes. “Demetri is just… He’s flirty but also very mysterious and demanding. He has also been very tenacious is his appetite for the female persuasion. I’m just surprised he is settling down. Although, I can see why. You are stunning. If he was looking for arm candy worth their weight in sexiness, you would be the one. I just always wondered what his private space looked like. Curiosity is the only reason why.”

Worth their weight?

I let that comment slide, knowing it’s my insecurity flaring as I blankly stare at this stunning, blonde goddess with legs a mile long. I take her words as the compliment I think they were meant to be. Relief floods me at her confirmation that she and Demetri weren’t together sexually. Visions of that union would be challenging to get over. I tell myself I have to ignore it. If I don’t, I couldn’t stand here and try on dresses with one of his past partners dressing me in a wedding gown she may have envisioned for herself if that were the case.

“Okay.” Sofia whirls around. “Now that that’s out of the way and the bride knows her fiancée didn’t screw my assistant, let’s get her ready to get married. Shall we?”

Before I know it, two hours have passed. I tried on three dresses twice, and then I tried on the figure fitting mermaid dress I kept pushing to the side because I swore it wouldn’t fit me. I had tears of anxiety in my eyes while they secured the row of silk buttons down my back. It was overwhelming, and I hadn’t even seen myself in the dress. The girls made me turn my back to the mirror while they dressed me, wanting me to see myself in the full package, shoes and all. Paisley gushed as she stood in front of me, but without seeing it with my own eyes, I felt like I was going to throw up. When they finally let me turn around, those tears of anxiety turned to happiness. The dress was perfect. It showed all my curves, and although it took a moment to get the words out, I agreed with them that the dress flattered my full-figure body perfectly.

Now, hours later, here I stand before a man I never in a million years dreamt of, let alone imagined marrying. I thought I would share my life with a man outside the organized crime circle. A gentleman. A man with a simple job and a humble life. A guy who was home by five with a smile on his face and kisses for his wife as they sat down to the dinner that was made. When the evening came and the bedding was turned down and it was time for their mundane day to end, he would wrap her in his arms and make love to her slowly, with gentle touches and murmured affirmations.

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